एक ख़्वाब


I have written this piece on 18 December 1995 in Hindi. This is one of my verse which is my own favourite. Today I dedicate these words to my Love. Hope she will read from wherever she is. :) 
I request all the readers to comment.
Manish Kapoor
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चित्त जागृति


This blog, NaughtAuthentic turned one on 15 January 2016. On the ocassion of it's first anniversary I have brought, for you, the very first of my verse written in Hindi during my teenage. Hope you will like it.

अनुपम रस के अन्त गति, तुम मेरे सुखात्मा
इस सुन्दर जग की महान कृति, तुम मेरे परमात्मा।

जब तुम न मिलो मेरे जीवन में, इस जीवन का अन्त निकट हो
तुमसे मिलकर ऐसा लगता, दूर सभी कष्ट-विकट हों

मेरे जीवन की सुन्दर छवि, तुम ही मेरी आत्मा
इस सुन्दर जग की महान कृति, तुम मेरे परमात्मा।

जब ढूँढ रहा था मैं तुझको, अम्बर के चादर के नीचे
तुम सोते थे मेरे मन में, अपनी सुन्दर आँखें मींचें

मेरे जीवन की प्राण-सुधा, तुम मेरी जीवात्मा
इस सुन्दर जग की महान कृति, तुम मेरे परमात्मा।

9 अगस्त 1989

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Promise


Promise

Saw her over the internet;
met on the road;
talked over the phone;
proposed in the arms, unfold.

In between, the high and low
of life;
we rode the roller-coaster
of our own scribe.

Sometimes away; and
mostly by my side;
she became my esprit,
to energize.

She liked my humour;
I cherished her passion;
whenever missed
I’d kissed sans reason.

The more we split
our trust touched a new high;
I’ll love you, my sweetheart
for the rest of my life!

The Friend’s Wednesday Series – VIII 

This post is dedicated to my beloved friend on the fifth anniversary of our first meeting!

Quintessence of Love


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She wrapped her tears, locked the kisses;
sent an empty letter along with a rose,
and wishes.

He touched the petals, thinking of her cheeks;
and placed the flower on his dry lips.

The thorn pierced. Blood oozed here. Brought a drop there,
in his lady’s eye.
The obsession for love compelled him to fly.


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